Hoshor Plains reschedule that for tomorrow

Thank!

 
After parting ways with Lagan, Rannoch headed westward in his attempt to investigate whether or not Harold was a resident of Hoshor Plains. Thus far in his investigation, Rannoch thankfully had not come across the stench that grizzly exuded. 

He strode through the tall grasses with purpose; his head held high as he navigated through the territory that he had called home for a few weeks. Soon enough, the intriguing scent of an undistinguishable Caldera wolf came to him by way of a gentle breeze. Curious to who it might be, as he was slowly getting to know some wolves from Liffey's pack, Rannoch changed his course and headed towards the direction of the other. 

He had spotted the herd of deer before he did the child. His pace ceased at this discovery, and he stood silently, not wishing to scare them off. A simple sweep of his aquamarine eyes located the nearby wolf who smelled of Liffey's former home. The Alpha wondered if the wolf, who looked no older than Redshank, was merely watching the herd or if he had different intentions. A quiet wuff escaped the male's dark lips as he attempted to grab the other's attention and figure out what he was doing. Though it wasn't Rannoch's business, the Alpha had a soft side for children and wanted to make sure the kid didn't do anything he would later regret.